New Years Eve

We'll be opening this tiny bottle of bubbly that is actually a year (or two?) old. The past few years I've been too pathetically sleep deprived caring for babies to even care about New Years Eve. I was glad for any precious sleep I could get. However, I really, really love to watch the ball drop and I've been so disappointed that I couldn't manage to rouse from my coma just for a few minutes the past couple of years. No sleeping this year! The champagne is on ice ...



Tonight Mr. T and I actually celebrate 9 years together so I think that deserves a toast. Happy New Year!